Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DNA. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.